what a gift it has been

Two poems by Rumi

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,
to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.

 The Divani Shamsi Tabriz, XIII

Love is reckless; not reason.
Reason seeks a profit.
Love comes on strong,
consuming herself, unabashed.

Yet, in the midst of suffering,
Love proceeds like a millstone,
hard surfaced and straightforward.

Having died of self-interest,
she risks everything and asks for nothing.
Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;
without cause, give it back again.

 Mathnawi VI, 1967-1974

this is love

One evening, after a Dharma talk at the Cambridge Zen Center, a student asked Sueng Sahn Soen-sa, “What is love?”

Soen-sa said, “I ask you: what is love?”

The student was silent.

Soen-sa said, “This is love.”

The student was still silent.

Soen-sa said, “You ask me: I ask you. This is love.”

from Dropping Ashes on the Buddha: the teachings of Zen master Seung Sahn compiled and edited by Stephen Mitchell

Every year I send out a little letter to those close to me thanking them for their support and care.  I’m always amazed by the ones who call or write back saying they were blown away by the idea that they are that special to me.

It’s so simple.

Thank you for always asking,


PS: the foam art is one of Frank’s new passions – creating visual koans in my chai latte.  Him, I don’t have to ask.